May not be any audioposts for a few days. Came down with something over the weekend and my throat feels like my elbows and knees did after I wiped out on my bicycle on a patch of gravel when I was 11. And as for talking, when I ain't sounding like a Yamaha dirt bike with engine problems I'm sounding like my voice is changing again. Maybe it is. You can call me Squeaky.
Long Silences
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Long Silences When I die, I will not beburied beside youbut we’ll whisperto
each other. I’ll listen for your curious mindin the restless movementof
frost a...
1 week ago
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